between two tall skeletons of birches
i walk right into the heart of mid-autumn
with the city gate as my starting point
but without any predetermined destination
along a less frequently trodden trail
i keep traveling behind my own soul
each time I climb onto a little ridge
i see another higher up just ahead
it is not a question of uphill or downhill
nor a choice between two different roads
once standing on the peak to look back
i find all mountains so surprisingly small
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Константин Батюшков – На смерть И.П. Пнина
- To Homer poem – John Keats poems
- The Last Leap
- Bards of Passion and of Mirth, written on the Blank Page before Beaumont and Fletcher’s Tragi-Comedy ‘The Fair Maid of the Inn’ poem – John Keats poems
- Priorities of Life and Death
- Жан де Лафонтен – Утопленница
- Robert Burns: Epistle To James Smith:
- The Sun Underfoot Among The Sundews poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Where Are You?
- Thought. by Walt Whitman
- Farewell (II) by Wang Wei
- Владимир Орлов – Не боится Дима
- In a Spring Grove by William Allingham
- English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 45. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Стихи не на тему
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